Kinktober 2025 Day Six
Knotting
Russell Adler x M!Bell
Russell is in a... predicament. Stuck in a motel room, with only Bell as company, he's realising his heat might have come early.
TW: dubcon
Adler didn’t know what was happening to him.
He clutched the edges of the porcelain sink, staring at his own haggard reflection. He looked a step away from death, and terrified. Something was wrong, deep inside him. Why now, of all times for his body to betray him.
He slapped himself across the face. Stop spiralling, and think, he told himself.
Start from the beginning, think it through, and he’d work it out.
First: where was he?
Russell Adler was holed up in a dingy bathroom, off the two-bed room he’d rented at a cheap motel. It was one of those, took cash and didn’t ask questions, as long as you didn’t ask about the stains on the carpet, places; one in a series of the many places he and Bell would be laying low in on their way back from Moscow.
Second: what was happening to him?
His chest was tight, and his skin hot to the touch. His heart was beating what felt like a million times a minute. Adler had taken a cold shower, assuming it was adrenaline, stress, exhaustion. It hadn’t done anything.
No, it had. It had made it worse.
His reflection swam in his vision. Adler blinked harshly and dropped his head down. Fuck, he felt… nauseous?
Sure, they’d released gas back in the bunker, but he’d been wearing a mask, and limited his skin exposure. Plus, Bell had been exposed to, and he was fine, already settled on one of the beds out in the room. At least, he had been when Adler had stepped away. Now it sounded like he was attempting to channel surf, but was getting mostly static.
What else could it be?
Russell raised a hand to run through his hair, struggling as his lethargy made it hard to even raise his arm. He lost control half way through, his arm dropping and landing awkwardly on his neck, right on his scent gland.
He yelped, curling over the skin as pain radiated across his body; causing him to realise what the issue was.
He was in heat.
Fuck.
He was in heat, and he shouldn’t be – Adler wasn’t due for another two months. He’d already booked it, after going back to Woods with his (metaphorical) tail between his legs for his help. Fuck, it couldn’t happen now. Not when he was somewhere in Estonia, alone, with Bell, who was an alpha, which was one of the very few things he’d managed to learn about him.
He was panicking. Adler took a deep breath, gently rubbing his thumb around his scent gland. Panicking would only make it worse.
“Adler?”
Fuck, too late. Bell was knocking at the door.
“I’m fine.” He called out, voice shaking.
“No, you’re not.” Bell stopped knocking, but his voice dropped lower as he spoke.
“Yes, I am.”
“No, Adler. Let me in, before someone else smells you.”
“No, I—” Ader shivered at Bell’s words, pressing a hand on his towel over where his dick was growing, just above his wet hole. “I’m fine.”
“One warning, Adler. Let me in, or I knock the door down.”
“Bell, don’t you…”
Bell didn’t bother interrupting him with words. Instead, Adler was cut off by a resounding thud against the door.
He spun around, leaning back on the sink, we have a job to do sitting on the tip of his tongue. Would the phrase even work, if Bell was slipping into rut? Or, if he had to keep it up, would it last for the next few… days? How much would go wrong in that time?
Fuck, why did this have to happen now? When it was most critical?
There was another crash against the door, and the frame splintered around the hinges.
“Bell! Stop!” Adler yelled. “I’ll let you in.”
“Good.” Bell huffed, as Adler hesitated for a moment, then crossed to the door and undid the lock. Bell pushed the door open before he could, using his height to crowd Adler back against the sink, as his dark eyes searched Adler’s face. “Is this… expected?”
“What?”
“Are you due?”
“No. No,” Adler shook his head. “It’s… early.”
“Okay.” Bell cupped Adler’s chin, tilting his head down so he would meet Bell’s eyes. “Then we should be alright.”
“What?”
“If you were in a full heat, we’d be here for a week. This is just a hot flush.”
“I’m not…” Adler bristled at the jab at his age. “I’m not old enough for those.”
“But it’s happening.” Bell gently pressed his fingers to the edge of Adler’s scent gland. “I take care of you now, and tomorrow we’ll be ready to go.”
“You…” Adler wheezed, as his legs trembled. He couldn’t let Bell have that kind of control over him… could he?
Plus, this was Bell. His Bell, offering only to be practical, as Adler’s old friend, a brother in arms, who needed to get him through this. A figure who was a far cry from the snarling alpha, chained in a chair, who would ‘die before submitting to a cunt having man.’
“Do you want me to?” Bell tugged his jacket collar down, exposing his own scent gland, the musk making Adler’s mouth fall open.
What option did he have?
“Yes.” He mumbled out, reaching out to loop his arms around Bell’s shoulders, clinging to Bell as he took charge.
Bell started by kicking the bathroom door closed again, before he yanked the spare towels off the rack and lay them out on the floor. Adler’s heart skittered, a lump rising in his throat as he realised Bell was going to take him right here, on the tile floor, as meanly as possible.
A smaller voice in the back of his head pointed out that this way, they were less likely to be overheard than they would be in the room; and Bell was lying the towels out to soften the tiles as much as he could.
Russell still clung to Bell as he lay him down, thankful for his logical nature breaking through even now. It helped him stay calm as Bell leant over him, before his smell overwhelming Adler’s senses, and made him relax that way.
His strength vanished, his fingers barely able to grasp Bell’s shoulders, as Bell tugged the towel around his hips away, gently stroking his cock a bit, before dipping down further.
“Ah…” Bell sighed, his fingers probing Adler’s pussy. “Hot down here…”
“Shut up.” Adler spat, eyes closing as he tensed up again. God, why did he always end up in the most fucked situations?
“Hey, okay. No talking, just relax.” Bell rubbed his shoulder, in time with how his fingers dipped just slightly in and out of Adler’s hole, widening him up as Adler lapsed into the silence, focusing on his grip on Bell’s shoulders, and bracing Bell’s weight over his body.
It was… overwhelming to have Bell on top of him, but not unpleasantly so. Bell had one hand on Adler’s shoulder, and the other on his pussy. Bell’s legs were tangled with his, Bell’s still in their jeans, rubbing against Adler’s naked ones, and his soft breaths fanned over Adler’s face, eyes wide as he monitored Adler’s condition carefully.
Only once he was satisfied Adler was comfortable, or as it was possible to be, he sunk his fingers deeper into him. Adler moaned softly, then loudly, uncaringly, as his omega preened for Bell’s alpha, as his baser instincts started to take over.
Adler tried to lock his legs around Bell’s arm, to keep his attention close, but Bell was easily keeping them open, so he could slot their body in and swap his fingers for his dick.
He slowly sunk into Adler’s cunt, as Adler panted on the floor, unaware of anything except how well Bell was filling him, and how each little bit more seemed to stave off the heat coursing through his veins; until Bell’s hips hit his ass. Then, part of Adler’s consciousness crashed back into him. He raised his head up to see the lower half of his body raised into Bell’s lap, kept there by Adler’s legs which were locked around Bell’s hips.
This better be a hot flush, despite his protestations. If Adler was in heat, he’d be fertile. He wouldn’t be able to explain that one to Hudson, or to Park.
He could hear something. Something low and rumbling.
Bell was purring. He wasn’t speaking, as part of his earlier promise, but his throat was rumbling, making some, any noise to comfort the omega he was with.
Adler groaned as his omega preened again, making his body jerk, rutting his pussy against Bell’s dick. He couldn’t tell where he was anymore, beyond in Bell’s arms, moaning, cunt squeezing and wet around Bell’s dick, begging for a knot to snap him out of this hot flush and put him back on track.
One of Bell’s hands disappeared from his shoulder, dipping down between their legs, feeling the base of his own cock.
It’s coming.
The thought crashed into Adler’s mind. Bell’s knot, ready to stuff him full. He struggled, wanting more, to come with him. Bell seemed to read his mind, taking hold of Adler’s cock, stroking him quickly, making Adler whine, the swelling knot catching his hole, before Bell buried his face in Adler’s shoulder, open mouth pressed against his scent gland.
Adler stared up, chest heaving, blinking at the overhead light, harsh on his eyes as Bell’s knot popped, locking them together as his pussy fluttered, cock soft under Bell’s hands.
Bell groaned, then slowly raised his head up, face flushed, eyes heavy. But still, he looked down at Adler, more worried about him than himself.
“You’re good. I got you. Rest.” He mumbled, and even though it wasn’t a command, Adler just couldn’t resist, and slipped easily into a daze.
He woke up in bed. It had only been a short while, as Bell’s knot was still swollen inside him. Adler groaned, shifting slightly.
“Hey… hey.” Bell stilled him softly. “If you get hurt, I’m not explaining it to Hudson.”
Adler let out a startled laugh, as Bell so closely mimicked his own thoughts.
“Yep… I knew you were dehydrated. Come on,” Bell pulled him up, and made Adler drink a glass of water. “Your fever’s gone right down.”
“Not a heat, then.” Adler mumbled, relieved.
“No.” Bell agreed, without a jab.
“Bell…” Adler started, then sighed. “This… this never happened. No one can know.”
“Okay.” Bell nodded. “No one.”
Adler nodded, eyes already closing. Knowing Bell, you wouldn’t be able to torture it out of him. That was assuming that the implanted memories hadn’t faltered, and that Bell believed his ferocious loyalty lay with Adler and the CIA. If this was all an act…
He felt tears prick into his eyes and he squeezed them shut tight. He wasn’t going to think like that.
“Remember… we have to be out of here early tomorrow.”
“I have.” Bell murmured. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Good.” Adler tucked his head back against Bell’s shoulder. Not tonight, at least.
